Everything I've thought of so far, I've either discarded immediately, or deleted after reading it again. All I want to do is be interesting, maybe a little funny, and I wouldn't mind it if thought-provoking was thrust upon my words. Six months down the road, when I read this again, will I chuckle to myself, as these words unlock memories in my mind of what was happening at the time. By then I'll know how it all worked out. But right now, Schrodinger's Cat is just two kinds of dead. I cannot remember the last time I heard a song by the Dave Matthews Band. That's not cool. Gonna hafta remedy that as soon as I get home.

Almost time to go home. I have to do laundry. Its getting cold. Three words is the ideal sentence length at this point *grin*. This is a crappy update so far. And now its time to go. So I don't know when I'm going to resume writing things here. Perhaps later tonight if I remain un-kidnapped.

There are few things as immediately frustrating as attempting to open a starburst in the dark, while your hands are numb from cold and your fingernails are chewed down. I couldn't even tell where the folds in the wrapper were, so I wasn't sure if I was picking futilely at the right side or not. I eventually gave up and put it back in my pocket and decided to wait. I was able to open it once I got to the streetlight, where I could see well enough to distinguish the wrapper and pick at it enough to open it.

So the score here stands at -2 Nature (darkness and coldness) -1 Me (chewed fingernails) -1 Them (hard to open Starburst wrapper) and +4 Technology (the streetlight that allowed me to satisfy my decision that I need sugar, no doubt to stave off malnutrition. For some reason, I have discovered that I no longer need to eat more than once a day... its weird, I just feel full all the time. But not spending my meals is silly, once the end of the semester hits, they're gone. And I spent a lot of money getting them. I keep thinking I should reduce my meal plan, but that would interfere with my ability to waste them without thinking about it... :).

I'm attempting to teach myself to type on a Dvorak keyboard (Windows allows me to switch between modes). I found some typing tutorial software that has a Dvorak setup. I am still working on the home row *grin* I don't remember it being this hard. Ideally I will be able to switch, so when I go to work and/or use other people's computers, I can still function. It's slow going.

For some reason, even though winamp is currently playing Godsmack, a line from Lifehouse jumped into my head... except I can't really remember what the words were, just how they sounded, and knowing that they are from a Lifehouse song. Now I'm not even sure which song it was... even though I was sure a second ago when I thought it. Probably because I associate Lifehouse with Val, and immediately became distracted from the words and the song.

The Quest appears to have reached a dead end. The post office people said that they sent it onto campus. Which pretty much means that its dead, gone, and buried at this point. So now I should tell Best Buy to remove the charge from my card, but how exactly does one go about that? "Dear Sir or Madam, I am a college student living at the University of Connecticut. The mail people here are failures, so I never got my damn game. I would like you to return my money. In order to verify this, please feel free to contact my middle finger, which is pointing directly at the University mail department."

In other news, I got a return number for my graphics card, now I just have to ship it to Cali. Huzzah. Hopefully I won't have to endure 640 x 480 crappiness for too much longer.

Current band playing: Default - One Last Night. Also in the immediate area: Tyr playing Depeche Mode. *grin* if you ever get a chance read Jamie Zawinski's Black Celebration thingy on his website www.jwz.org. "I mean, it's not like I put it on my web page or anything!"

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